The early morning in Tariq City was still as usual, with bustling cars and crowds of people walking on the way to work, all of which seemed so orderly and orderly.

Last night's violent clashes in the city did not affect the whole city in the slightest, as if it were a small splash in the river, and it was silent.

For the people of Tariq City, controlled news media, restrictive star networks, and repressive policies. Four years have passed, and no one has had time to pay attention to what is happening around them, and this once warm city has gradually cooled down, and they may only care about themselves and their loved ones.

But the effects of the battle were felt by the martial law imposed by the defenders of Tariq City. Constantly roaring mechs patrol the city's highways. The congested roads have specially demarcated the passage area of the mecha, making the already slow journey to work even more congested.

No one felt a step beyond the thunder pool on the road that had been drawn, and the only ones who could walk on it were mechs and armored vehicles with the Ferrerat military insignia on them.

In the bustling area far from the city, there are one after another rich mansions. Even in the war years, the rich are still rich, the urban elite, the industry leaders, and the shrewd businessmen who once dominated the city of Tariq, who will not be impoverished by the war, but who must be careful in this occupied area.

In contrast to the deceitful malls, the rule of the brutal outsiders forced them to live step by step.

When the war came, some people threw themselves into resistance, while others returned to obedience and looked forward to the liberation of the country.

Those who rebel are heroes, but those who fall into obedience are not all cowards. In this land where they were born and raised, the roots that took root are still standing tall even in the face of war.

They were entrenched in the defeated zone, waiting for victory. They don't want to hope that the heroes who throw their blood out there will pay the price of death for a dead land.

When victory comes, they may be able to use the power they have secretly accumulated over the years to bring the war-torn city and planet back to life.

Compared to the bustling city with many high-rise buildings, these small two- and three-story houses seem more lonely and cold. There is less noisy and lively crowds, and more bland and cold.

The sun of sunrise was shining brighter and brighter, and the light shone through the curtains on Magnolia's face. The warm sunlight bathed her little bloodless face, making it look a little more gentle.

Eyelashes fluttered, and Magnolia slowly opened her eyes.

The glare of the sun made her eyes squint slightly, and she slowly adjusted.

As if thinking of something, Magnolia sat up sharply, but she was greeted with a wave of dizziness.

Magnolia covered her head with one hand and propped up the bed with the other, trying her best to relieve the dizziness.

Scenes from last night flashed through Magnolia's mind, and the struggle on the edge of life and death was still fresh in her memory.

Thankfully, she wasn't particularly badly injured last night, but she was overworked.

Calais!

Magnolia thought of the fact that Calais, who was protecting her, had been battered and her life and death were unknown. And in the end, when the Ferrelian army was about to arrive at the scene, it was a middle-aged uncle who took them away.

Magnolia fainted halfway through, but she vaguely remembered that it was the uncle she met at the bar.

A stranger who met in the water saved them from a desperate situation.

"Well, you're awake." Magnolia followed the voice, and in the corner near the head of the bed sat a young girl. The corners of the walls are dark and the sun cannot reach them. But Magnolia clearly saw a white-haired girl with a book in her hand.

Her snow-white hair was long, draped behind her back and down to her waist. The girl's face looked very immature, and her white eyelashes shimmered a faint glow in the dimly lit room, and she looked at Magnolia with those big watery eyes.

The girl was dressed in white pajamas, and the book she was holding in her hand was a covenant that she opened.

"You are?" Magnolia looked at the white-haired girl with a puzzled expression. She had never seen a white-haired girl, and greeted her politely.

"Hello, my name is Sheila."

The white-haired girl was very friendly, looking at Magnolia with big eyes and telling her her name.

"You're awake." At this time, a middle-aged uncle pushed the door in, holding a bowl of porridge in his hand, it was Abramas.

"How does it feel?" Abramas greeted Magnolia and handed her the porridge in his hand.

"Thank you." Magnolia took the porridge from Abramas's hand, the white smoke of the porridge had not yet been drunk, but it was already warming Magnolia's heart.

"I'm feeling fine, I'm fine." After saying this, Magnolia suddenly realized that her left hand was already free to move.

Surprised, he looked at his arm and stroked the pierced wound on his shoulder. Magnolia was surprised to find that her wounds had healed.

Caressing the bumpy scar on her shoulder, but the touch of the healed muscles made Magnolia feel incredible.

This kind of flesh-piercing injury took three days to recover from even if it returned to the military headquarters.

"Sheila helped you heal it." Abramas looked at the white-haired girl with tenderness in his eyes.

"I've tried my best, but the scars on your body can't be completely erased." Sheila closed the covenant, touched the back of her head, and said to Magnolia embarrassedly.

"Why, thank you very much." Magnolia thanked Sheila. She had already sensed that this was an incredible power, and when she saw the covenant in the white-haired girl's hand, she suddenly vaguely remembered some rumors she had heard.

"By the way, Calais, how is he?" Magnolia didn't eat the porridge, and she suddenly remembered the man who had saved her with his life. Thinking back to that night, her heart felt as if it had been torn apart.

Magnolia looked apprehensively at Abramas, who was standing in the doorway, hoping that he would give her a reassuring answer.

However, Abramas just stood there silently, not speaking.

This silence terrified Magnolia, and this was not the result she wanted.

In a hurry, Magnolia struggled to get out of bed, but she didn't have the strength to do so.

"Dangchang!" The porridge bowl in his hand fell to the ground, and the porridge was scattered all over the ground, still emitting a white mist on the floor.

"Be careful." Sheila got up and went to help Magnolia.

"Why, why can't it be used?" Magnolia's eyes lost their brightness and she muttered to herself. She struggled to get up, but she couldn't do anything, and she couldn't stand up even though there was nothing abnormal in her body.

"What's going on, tell me quickly." Magnolia grabbed Sheila's shoulders with both hands, unconsciously exerting force in her hands, but she couldn't exert her strength.